“Who were these elegant ladies who brushed past me, perusing the display cases as casually as if they were shopping for dinner? At Christmas-time, these women wore fur coats and heels and somehow they just looked like money. My mother was beautiful, too, but even as a small child, I could tell the difference between her fake...

Thanks to NEW PAGES for the thoughtful review of our summer 2016 issue, with special praise for essays by Julie Anderson and Bea Chang, a poem by Ron Smith, and Bradley Dicharry’s photo essay featuring vernacular sign design (see some of his images with this post). * Read the full review here. And enjoy...

Gentle contributors and other supporters, lovers of the printed word: We are truly delighted with all the work we’ve published in 2016. It was hard to select just six pieces (the legal limit) for the annual Pushcart anthology and award series celebrating great writing, but in the end, we had to do it. So we...

Time to browse the New Pages virtual “magazine rack” for new releases … Oh, look! There we are! Read about our latest issue and other fine magazines that have landed this month. And meanwhile, contemplate photo by Mark Wyatt, taken in Beijing in 1990. It accompanies Julie Anderson’s essay, “It Cannot Be Conceived,” which concerns idealistic...

OVERTURE: Every map represents both truth and imagination. No matter how carefully a medieval ship’s captain described a shoreline or how sophisticated a modern engineer’s tools, there is always space left for interpretation: “Here there be dragons”; “Somewhere beyond this line lies the kingdom of Prester John.” These are the mapmakers’ truths, but no one...